Vast Martial Hall

Over the next period of time, Lin Mu continuously engaged in matches.

Two hours quickly passed.

The final result: three wins, one loss.

Facing this outcome, Lin Mu felt a stir in his heart.

One force subdues ten techniques!

In his last match, his opponent's Blood Qi Value was 0.4 higher than his.

When they clashed, he clearly felt the crushing pressure.

"Even if my practical combat skills are strong and I have the system's help, under the gap in Blood Qi Value, it's still hard to make up the difference!" Lin Mu thought to himself.

He estimated that he could probably contend with someone whose Blood Qi Value was about 0.3 higher.

But that was also his limit.

If the opponent had a higher Blood Qi Value and also possessed some killing moves and trump cards, Lin Mu might not necessarily achieve a complete victory.

After all, every single point difference in Blood Qi Value represented a significant gap.

Lin Mu stretched his waist and walked outside.

But just as he stepped out the door, a figure rushed toward him.

That person's Movement Technique was extremely fast. Almost as soon as they reached Lin Mu, a hand knife came slashing toward his vital point.

Lin Mu reacted quickly. The moment the opponent arrived before him, he shifted his body backward and raised one leg.

At the same time, a series of dragon roars rang out.

Boom!

A fierce fist force erupted at that moment.

The person dodged swiftly. Pale green light surged on their hands, and as they swung, streaks of air blades shot toward Lin Mu.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

A series of piercing sounds rang out.

Lin Mu executed Flowing Dragon Steps, his figure becoming elusive and unpredictable.

But the opponent's speed was no slower than his. They maintained a distance of two body lengths, sending gusts of wind pressure straight at Lin Mu's face.

Lin Mu kept moving, his fists continuously striking out.

Their figures interwove, and dull thuds echoed repeatedly.

But not long after, a gleam of sharp light flashed in Lin Mu's eyes. The moment the opponent struck again, he swung one hand, unleashing a powerful force.

Almost before the opponent could react, Dragon Roar Fist landed on their lower abdomen and chest.

That person was sent flying backward.

Just as Lin Mu was about to press the attack, a voice rang out at that moment.

"Hold on!"

Lin Mu's gaze shifted to the side. A middle-aged man around forty years old was walking over.

Behind him were many people, all with no weak auras.

"Who are you?" Lin Mu asked.

"I'm the person in charge here!" The middle-aged man had a faint smile on his face.

Lin Mu glanced at the one who had ambushed him: "Did you send this guy?"

"Just a simple test!" the middle-aged man said.

"Ridiculous!" Lin Mu said coldly. After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Hold on! I've seen your match records. You have great potential, so I wanted to see what your limit is!" the middle-aged man said.

"You could have just told me. There was no need to use such methods!" Lin Mu said.

"It was indeed abrupt of me. As compensation, I can offer you a B-grade Contract!" the middle-aged man said.

As his words fell, the expressions of many people present changed noticeably.

"A B-grade Contract? Did I hear that right?"

"That's a contract only a top-tier genius can get!"

"Right! Previously, an eighteen-year-old with a Blood Qi Value of 3.5 only got a C-grade Contract."

"..."

Many people buzzed with discussion.

Lin Mu's expression also shifted slightly.

He knew that behind the Virtual Combat Arena stood the Vast Martial Hall.

That was one of the top ten forces in the world.

Many people aim to enter this martial hall as their goal.

Now, the Virtual Combat Arena is willing to offer a B-grade Contract.

This truly shows they value him highly.

Yet he was just a teenager, with a Blood Qi Value of only 1.9—how could he warrant such attention?

"A B-grade Contract? You're not joking?" Lin Mu asked.

He knew very well that a B-grade Contract represented a great deal and would be immensely helpful to him.

Just the Second-stage Martial Skills alone—he could obtain three of them for free, not to mention the other benefits.

"Of course not!" the middle-aged man said.

The young man beside him wore a sour expression: "Hall Master, his cultivation isn't that impressive, and we only have two B-grade Contract slots. Are you sure you want to give it to him?"

The middle-aged man, Wang Tao, had a calm look on his face as he spoke slowly: "Why wouldn't I be sure? He hasn't lost a single match since joining the hall!"

"Over forty bouts in total, and he's maintained a winning streak the entire time!"

"Moreover, the one you just fought was from my Shadow Division—he's a Second-Order Martial Artist!"

As his words fell, many present changed expressions drastically.

A Second-Order Martial Artist had a Blood Qi Value above 10 points and could partially turn their body into nothingness.

Hence, they were also called Qi Transformation Realm martial artists.

A martial artist of this caliber could be considered a pillar of strength even in Li City.

And everyone present had seen Lin Mu's exchange with him.

With his cultivation suppressed, he was no match at all.

What did that mean?

It meant Lin Mu's practical combat experience had reached an astonishing level.

"Your cultivation may not be strong, but your talent in actual combat is nothing short of genius. Later, when your cultivation improves, I'll apply for a higher-tier contract for you," Wang Tao said.

Lin Mu thought for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Fine! But you ambushed me earlier, so I need compensation."

"Fifty thousand yuan, from my own pocket," Wang Tao said.

Lin Mu's eyes lit up.

Although the man's earlier actions had made him uncomfortable, this person was indeed generous.

"Alright!"

"Follow me!" Wang Tao said.

Under his guidance, Lin Mu walked deeper into the Duel Hall.

Many of those present looked at him with envy.

A B-grade Contract!

As long as he didn't cause trouble in the future, he would at least become a Second-Order Martial Artist.

That was the dream of countless people!

The young man who had raised doubts earlier, though unwilling inside, found himself unable to refute it.

To defeat a Second-Order Martial Artist with suppressed cultivation—that level of skill was indeed impressive!

Sitting in the office, Lin Mu looked at the contract before him.

The terms were relatively simple. After signing, Lin Mu would receive an independent Cultivation Room, guidance from a master, three Second-stage Martial Skills, and a monthly subsidy of ten thousand yuan.

In exchange, when the martial hall needed him, Lin Mu would have to lend a hand.

And such tasks generally wouldn't put Lin Mu in danger.

Aside from that, there were no other restrictive clauses.

It was essentially them investing in Lin Mu first, with Lin Mu repaying the favor later.

Lin Mu didn't stand on ceremony and signed the contract directly.

A smile appeared on Wang Tao's face: "Congratulations, you're now a member of the Vast Martial Hall."

"Just cooperation," Lin Mu said.

"You can see it that way too. Later, when your cultivation rises, I can apply for a higher-tier contract for you, but that would require you to fully join the Vast Martial Hall," Wang Tao said.

"Calculated this way, you're taking a bit of a loss," Lin Mu said.

When he wasn't very strong, the other party invested so much, yet he still wasn't a full member of the Vast Martial Hall.

"Not at all!" Wang Tao said. "It may seem like our hall is at a disadvantage, but those who can secure this contract are no ordinary people."

"If you become a Third-Order Martial Artist in the future, would we still be losing out?"

Lin Mu understood.

This was essentially a bet.

Moreover, having accepted the benefits of the Vast Martial Hall, he would naturally feel some goodwill toward it in the future.

There was a high probability he would join the Vast Martial Hall.

Even if he didn't, once he became a third-tier or higher martial artist in the future, a single move on his part would be enough to fill the Vast Martial Hall's coffers.

After all, the appearance fee for a martial artist of that level was exorbitantly high.

In Li City, they were considered the absolute pinnacle of existence.